Less than five days remaining now, and we are still a poem short AND have not been posting on time, starting tomorrow that will change. We promise though, last handful of days will be on time and on point. So without further ado at the end of this very busy weekend, let’s have some written fun:
Need to take some breaths
from a weekend packed with such magic
from seeing family not by blood
to a pro athlete serenading my grandma it’s tragic
that these past 72 hours are coming to a close.
Drinking a pitcher of a substance not tasted since the good ol’ days,
laughing and joking with people not seen since those said days,
and spending time unplanned other than the start,
it was amazing their was such fluidity to the moments had,
It truly was art.
What made the essence of everything so very beautiful was
it was a time where
one was made to feel that
not only were they a part of something that they belonged to?
But it is something bigger than themselves.
It is always rewarding to take a moment,
catch a breath,
you were laughing so hard you thought your asthma was making
an unexpected and unwelcomed re-emergence,
you haven’t actually ran around in a room that much seeing people and
connecting with souls who have such beauty and wit that
you have actually ran a marathon while
not leaving a square mile radius.
you felt like you were a valued member of society and that
your contributions are appreciated, enjoyed, and needed
not because you want to be the newest trumpeter on the block but
because you value feedback and genuine interaction with people.
Actual, living, breathing, multi-layered thoughtful people.
you can no longer hold you breath
waiting for someone who doesn’t care about you
to notice you passing out due to total frustration and resentment.
You have to decide that the breaths you process
make a difference, and are not in vain.